Tote " Tod" Leidenschaft

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Name:*

Age:* 23

Gender:* Female but, you'd be hard pressed to tell

Height:5'7

Weight:125lbs

Appearance:* Thin and lanky, Tote was not born like the rest of her voluptious sisters and sports the frame of a young man. However, instead of hating her androgynous genetics, she chose to accentuate them and dresses in the old attire of a gentleman living in the 1920's. Black clothes with ties and cravats make up her entire outfit, topping it all off with a faded top hat that she is rarely seen without. The only color that she truly allows is anything she finds on the streets that she decides to tuck into the band around her hat. Do not be fooled by her gentlemanly attire, she has no qualms with getting it dirty...or bloody, for that matter.
Her skin is sheet white with grey blotches that marr her entire body, blackening around her eyes, lips and fingers, giving her the look of a walking corpse from first glance. Her eyes slant in a cat-like shape, the dark splotches emphasizing her intense blue eyes that are sometimes hidden behind black, chin length hair. She invites people to look upon her face and shrink in revulsion of what god brings through the " Sacred" birth.

Mentality:* Oddly Nuetral

Personality:* Bitter and aloof, Tote is not apt to trust anyone or anything as far as she can throw them. To the general public, she is as cold as the night wind that sweeps the streets of Emite and goes to great lengths to keep this status active. Although she is more accustomed to her lonely lifestyle, this does not over rule her want to help the downtrodden within the city, allowing people into the factory or attempting to find them a job at the bar. She boasts her tragic appearance to scorn the higher society that depends so much on its looks and holds a small place in her heart to despise the ignorant and vain existing in every part of society...But, it is an entirely different story when she is alone. Even she knows that, when all is said and done, she still has the same wants and weaknessess that every warm " Living" person seems to take for granted. She also knows that, due to her appearance and life, she will never truly find that happiness.

Likes: Strong alcohol, boxing, old mario kart, charlie chaplin films, tripping people in the street, the elderly and reptiles. ( She's also a closet romance lover, but don't tell anyone)

Dislikes: Traditional gender roles, Hypermasculinity, purse-sized dogs, upperclass and the insane religious that stand screaming about the bible and block the bloody road on the way to work.

Home: The abandoned paper factory

Occupation: Boxer at the Bar in Emite City.

Brief History:* After being ousted from her home and family at the age of 10, Tote had to learn how to live alone on the streets of Emite. Strangely enough, and much to spite her well-to-do mother, she thrived within the harsh conditons that the alleys and elements threw at her. She took to living in an old, abandoned paper mill, fighting, stealing and sometimes killing to survive. At the age of fourteen, she contracted a strange disease that took hold on her skin and she can only assume it came from what chemicals where leftover at the factory. She was eventually taken in by a bartender who ran a nearby pub at the age of sixteen, where she still lives at during the winters of Emite. She now fights for the entertainment of the local patrons, earning the money that they don't spend on the drinks...and also for the free alcohol.

Relationships: Never been in one

Orientation: Hetero, Homo, or Bi...all will end in betrayal and lies.

Weapon:*

=Attack -* Her fists and anything else she can find at the time, from a rusted pipe she founf earlier that day or the tacks she just found in her pocket. Hope you don't get tetanus.

=Defense -* A high pain tolerance and blocking

=Auxiliary -* A skull-topped cane she got from an elderly woman who believed that Tote was the Prince from her dreams. It is metal and painted black...and has a flamethrower built inside it. She's still trying to figure that one out.